Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 627 - 585: Lanci Heavenly Father Above_3

Every one of Ulysses’s fingers was tightly curled, with the magic power in his palm swelling like a blood sphere about to explode.

"What if there is another one?"

Lanci asked, puzzled.

He spread his hands and tossed out the last streak of orange, as if returning freedom to that petal.

Every time there was a battle, summoning her usually meant it was over.

You see, this is the Fallen Wonderland.

Defeating an opponent doesn’t necessarily mean crushing their body.

Ulysses probably forgot what it means to have a shattered Dao heart in the Fallen Wonderland.

Orange light feathers scattered as a girl who seemed like a celestial spirit among flowers landed gracefully within the Demon King Palace.

Her red dress scattered like rose petals, her figure graceful, with a subtle floral scent and eyes brimming with laughter.

The Fallen Lord hadn’t even had time to feel a surge of angry heartbeats before he gazed in astonishment at that angelic face.

"Ohohoho, I too am of royal blood lineage," said the Great Love Poet, covering her mouth with the back of her hand, slightly leaning back, and laughing carelessly.

At that moment, Ulysses felt his heart tremble fiercely.

Although he couldn’t open his eyes, his magic power could sense it.

The last summon of McCarthy—

That was the unmistakable talent of the Demon Royal Family, just like Princess Hyperion, they were both Royal Blood Demons!

"...Impossible, the intelligence can’t be fake, where did you find a second princess?"

Ulysses trembled so hard he could barely stand steady.

Fallen Lord Calila looked at the Radiant Demon’s relaxed posture.

She didn’t understand; this was her own magic, yet another demon was playing with it as if it was his own abode.

Poor Marquis Ulysses, his life was ruined by a green tea, meeting a member of the Great Demon Clan who toyed with him in applause.

From the beginning, McCarthy never intended to destroy Marquis Ulysses, the Tenth Ancestor, through brute force but instead planned to shatter his pride step by step, making him fall into an unreal world.

"Sigh."

Lanci sighed regretfully,

"I told you you weren’t mentally strong enough. Get yourself together, the brothers are waiting for you to come back."

He walked away, hands behind his back, no longer paying attention to the loser, heading for the dais.

It was time to focus on awakening his friends from the Great Demon Clan; the Blood Clan Marquis would naturally be well entertained later.

Back at Herram Prison’s negative fourth floor, even Selena, who specialized in Illusion Techniques and was the Warden of the negative fourth floor, didn’t dare play a round with him; this time finally finding someone willing to play, he was completely satisfied.

One thing Blood Clan was better at than Asksan was that the Blood Clan could really come back after adjustment.

This time, having captured two Ancestors of the Blood Clan, his report on Blood Clan ecology would surely be highlighted with bold strokes; and Dean Loren’s performance this year was assured.

With no further conversation, the only two lucid demons each attended to their duties, wrapping up this battle that was about to conclude.

The long-awaited dawn shafted through the sky after the Canopy Barrier was lifted, casting golden sunlight on the lofty corridors of the Naikarisu royal palace ceiling, the light spreading into the Regency Hall and adding a touch of splendor reminiscent of the Demon Race’s heyday thousands of years ago.

In the throne hall, members of the Great Demon Clan were gradually waking up.

All they saw was the vague silhouette of the Radiant Demon crowned with the sun above them.

His figure, unseen, unheard, and unspoken in the blazing light, was like the angel that had awakened and led them.

"..."

Lord Calila, standing beside the throne, fixed her gaze on the distant figure of the Radiant Demon, her eyes filled with curious luster.